If you missed it, you missed it. This was truly a bizarre baseball experience. Announcements in French, awful astroturf, Todd Zeile pitching…and then in the SECOND inning…
The Baseball Hall of Fame is spectacular — not to be missed for anyone looking at a historical perspective of the game.
If you like baseball at all, you must go. Words do not do this place justice. It is beautiful and somehow spiritual. Heaven? No. It’s Iowa.
The “Jake” seems to have made an awful lot of Cleveland fans happy — just ask them about the 80,000+ seat frozen shell that was Municipal.
Our night was made great by a couple of things — getting to see the home plate of Old Comiskey (a true classic), the Rat Pack singers throughout the night (Frank was spectacular) and a firework show my dad called the best he ever saw. Could’ve done without the big gong SFX and “Mr. Zero” graphics display for closer Shingo Takatsu.
Not pretty — just ask any Minnesotan.
Old Shea holds up well. You can’t beat the subway to the game, the big apple out of the hat in center or getting a picture taken with Mr. Met.